The Mo Yun Vine possessed a massive body and highly active cells. Even if struck by laser guns or orbital cannons that could tear away a section, it could still regenerate. Therefore, within this Inner Realm, the Mo Yun Vine at the Second Cosmic Level was truly invincible.
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Tens of thousands of kilometers away from the 16300-strong force, a spaceship rested on the grasslands.
Inside the ship’s control room,
A long vine entered through the hatch, stretching all the way into the control chamber.
“Mo Yun,” Luo Feng affectionately patted the vine.
“Successfully eliminated nine squad leaders, acquiring twelve spatial storage artifacts,” a voice echoed within the control room. At the same time, leaves unfurled from the vine, dropping six spatial rings, four spatial bracelets, and two spatial belts onto the alloy floor of the control room, producing metallic clinks.
“The main force of that large army possesses precise detection equipment, so we could only target the nine thousand-man squads scattered around the perimeter.”
“Good job,” Luo Feng smiled.
Thunderclap crouched down, already examining the spatial artifacts.
“I’ll continue,” the vine quickly retracted from the spaceship and moved toward another force.
“Let’s see how much Thunderstone we’ve got,” Thunderclap said eagerly, eyes gleaming.
“I’ll check,” Luo Feng chuckled, kneeling down and picking up a spatial ring. He couldn’t help but smile as he said, “Even Cosmic Crystals in large quantities.”
Luo Feng and the others inspected and categorized the loot.
Meanwhile, under Babata’s guidance, the Mo Yun Vine continued its hunting…
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Initially, Luo Feng’s hunting was confined to the periphery, so it had little impact on the 2 million-strong army within the Inner Realm, as most forces were heading toward the core area.
Within the core area, amidst the allied forces,
Inside the most luxurious tent,
Prince Bulan sat cross-legged in meditation. Suddenly, someone entered the tent—one of his eight bodyguards.
“Your Highness,” the bodyguard knelt respectfully on one knee.
“Hmm?” Bulan opened his eyes, gazing coldly at the guard. “What is it?”
“Your Highness, the Fourth Battalion was ambushed and pursued while fleeing. Originally 30,000 strong, now fewer than 10,000 remain, with survivors scattered during the retreat,” the bodyguard reported, sweat beading on his forehead.
Bulan’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint as he stared at his subordinate. “You’re telling me the Fourth Battalion is reduced to less than 10,000?”
“Yes! It just happened moments ago,” the bodyguard replied respectfully.
Of Bulan’s eight bodyguards, seven were remotely monitoring seven battalions, while Bulan himself remained relaxed, stationed within the allied forces.
“Explain the details clearly!” Bulan’s voice was icy.
“As per your command, the Fourth Battalion was stationed in the marshlands, preparing to raid passing forces. However, tonight—just now—three powerful forces attacked from three directions. They possessed laser guns and had a significant numerical advantage. Caught off guard, the Fourth Battalion was overwhelmed.”
“One-third of the battalion was killed or wounded immediately, then scattered in retreat.”
“Other forces in the Inner Realm noticed and took advantage, hunting down our survivors. Now, the remaining survivors of the Fourth Battalion are fleeing toward the core area,” the bodyguard continued.
Bulan remained silent for a long time.
“How many in the three forces that ambushed the Fourth Battalion?” Bulan asked.
“At least 60,000!” the bodyguard replied.
“You may leave now,” Bulan waved him off.
The bodyguard quickly withdrew.
Left alone in the tent, Bulan narrowed his eyes in contemplation and muttered, “Sixty thousand? The Thunderstone reserves in the Inner Realm are nearly depleted. The war has erupted far sooner than I anticipated! And now a coalition force of sixty thousand has emerged… It seems none of the other factions are fools.”
Bulan commanded over 220,000 troops, but if the others remained fragmented, it would be too easy for Bulan.
After all, behind each battalion stood a Realm Lord!
These mighty Realm Lords had allies and belonged to the same organizations. It was only natural for them to order their forces to cooperate in this critical moment.
“Has the war begun?” Bulan licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with madness. “Then let it come!”
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In the virtual universe, on Hei Long Mountain Island,
In the courtyard of a quiet two-story villa, the ape-like warrior Zhakto sat on a chair. Before him were two floating screens, each displaying a figure.
“Lord Zhakto, this time was truly satisfying. We nearly wiped out one of Bulan’s battalions.”
“Surely Bulan must be furious.”
The two figures on the screens spoke.
Zhakto laughed heartily, “Gentlemen, this was only our first strike! Bulan commands far more forces than us. Having suffered a loss, he will surely become more cautious. But now that he’s drawn attention, all factions will see him as a rival. His days ahead won’t be easy!”
“Right, he’s just a prince trying to compete with us! This time we must teach him a lesson, to show him—we’re not to be trifled with.”
“Be careful yourselves. Bulan won’t let this go so easily.”
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Thus, the war began unexpectedly!
Previously, during the Thunderstone excavation, even the largest forces (over 10,000 strong) had exercised restraint to avoid conflict.
But once three forces united to attack Bulan’s ‘Fourth Battalion,’ the entire Inner Realm erupted in bloodshed. Battalions either fought alone or allied with others! Even forces exceeding 100,000 warriors formed, and massive battles erupted across the Inner Realm.
“Remote Psychic Force Attack!”
Boom! Boom! ~~
Tens of thousands of dazzling Psychic Force beams, each of a different hue, shot from one army’s position toward another.
Psychic Force at the Ninth Cosmic Stage, launched at a distance!
If over ten thousand beams converged, their power rivaled C2 or C3 level laser cannons.
“Second Subdivision.”
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! …
A cluster of Psychic Weapons gathered, like a school of fish, seemingly controlled by a single mind. Over a thousand Psychic Weapons attacked a single point in unison, then collectively curved to strike another.
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Elite soldiers!
These warriors at the Ninth Cosmic Stage were the most elite forces dispatched by the two greatest powers and four major organizations of the Hei Long Mountain Star Domain. They excelled in coordinated attacks.
In an instant, the vast Inner Realm, spanning millions of kilometers, became a battlefield. Blood stained the land.
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In a swamp,
A spaceship rested in the marsh, and inside the control room, Luo Feng and the others were inspecting spatial artifacts.
“Haha, the loot is finally increasing!” Thunderclap laughed heartily.
“Previously, during the Thunderstone excavation, all forces kept their detection instruments active! Now that excavation is over and the war has begun, armies clash and those instruments are useless,” Luo Feng smiled. “With their instruments offline, Mo Yun can now target the Battalion Leaders.”
Ninety percent of a battalion’s treasures were in the Battalion Leader’s hands.
Thus, although Luo Feng had killed many thousand-man squad leaders before, the rewards paled in comparison to eliminating a Battalion Leader.
“How much Thunderstone do we have now?” Hong asked.
“Nearly 610,000 Thunderstones. From the Battalion Leader’s spatial ring, we obtained three treasures worth nearly 800,000 Thunderstones,” Luo Feng grinned. “Hunting Battalion Leaders is far more profitable.”
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Within the Inner Realm, 2 million forces slaughtered each other.
Intrigues and schemes unfolded. With the ability to communicate via the Virtual Universe Network, forces could secretly ally.
Heaven and earth darkened!
And the Realm Lords behind these forces certainly wouldn’t abandon the treasure hunt! Even if entire ten-thousand-man battalions were sacrificed, obtaining a single treasure was worth it! With orders from the Realm Lords… the war became merciless! Cosmic Stage Nine warriors, both martial artists and psychics, became literal cannon fodder.
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During this time, Babata coordinated with Mo Yun for stealthy attacks.
Initially, the forces within the Inner Realm were not yet alert, as they had little communication with each other. But as the number of Battalion Leader assassinations increased… how many battalions were there in total within the Inner Realm? Each battalion was at least ten thousand strong.
When the sixth Battalion Leader was assassinated…
The Realm Lords commanding remotely issued orders.
“There must be a Cosmic-level psychic within the Inner Realm, whose Psychic Weapons excel at subterranean infiltration! He burrows underground, stealthily assassinating Battalion Leaders one by one. All forces must be vigilant.” Following the Realm Lords’ warnings, the battalions became extremely cautious, immediately reducing Luo Feng’s ‘hunting’ efficiency.
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Wars always come to an end.
The war in the Inner Realm lasted about a month and a half, reducing the initial force of nearly 2 million to just 600,000. It should be noted that the 200,000 allied forces in the core area did not participate. Thus, of the 1.8 million actually fighting, fewer than 400,000 remained.
Such was the carnage!
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In a dense forest, a spaceship rested within.
Inside the control room,
“It’s over. The battle is over,” Luo Feng sighed, patting the Mo Yun Vine beside him. The vine twisted proudly, then with a ‘plop,’ merged into Luo Feng’s skin, forming a battle suit.
“Although we only eliminated six Battalion Leaders before the others became cautious, the loot was still impressive,” Thunderclap boasted.
Hong couldn’t help but smile.
Luo Feng gently touched his finger—his spatial ring was merging into his skin.
One and a half months! The gains from this period were indeed enormous.
“Nine treasures, and 9,080,000 Thunderstones!” Luo Feng smiled, looking at Thunderclap and Hong. “Brothers, it’s time we returned to the allied forces’ base. Only there can we exchange Thunderstones for treasures.”
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